Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 344 Commission
The resumption of operations at the monastery was leading Priel in the direction he hoped for.

Large budget expenditures turned into the construction of irrigation canals, water wheels, and mills, which in turn created orders for agricultural and handicraft products equivalent to the total of the past few years, as well as more jobs than were enough to fill all the idle population.

Part of this money will flow to the lords in the form of taxes to fill their scarce treasury.

And the good days are yet to come. Next, the Knights will most likely begin to carry out charitable relief work, especially the promised monastic clinic, which will take charge of social security, medical resources, and trade introduction.

The Baron's experience can be roughly described as "God the Father has come to me". He has been waiting for more than 20 years to be rewarded, dreaming of the dreamy days when his ancestors lay down and got paid, and successfully replaced the path dependence of the family revitalization by the church.

The two people who felt out of place wandered around for a few days, and it seemed that everyone here was happy and fulfilled except them.

Women and children were busy with manual labor, making daily necessities including but not limited to bed mats, brooms, coarse cloth, and candles.

It can be said that the monastery became the economic core of this remote village in just a few weeks. The carriages coming and going scattered small coins and left with full loads, while the building on the mountain, a corner of which could only be seen in good weather, showed no signs of being full and continued to swallow more goods.

Every time we submitted a report and chatted with the purchaser, we showed a sense of busyness. As the team expanded its activities in the monastery, we found that almost everything needed to be cleaned, replaced, and rearranged. The day when things got back on track was far away, and it was probably impossible to spare any manpower to take over the work of the manor down the mountain in the short term.

There were only two things that gave people some comfort. One was that their bland work reports were indeed submitted to Kraft, and basically only passed through Brother Raymond or his assistant Mr. Kupp, without passing through a third party.

The second thing is probably a byproduct of the improved economic status. The Knights seem to have inherited some of the prestige left by the original church. Although it is not much, it is enough for the residents to regard them as some kind of neutral "authority" representatives.

Specifically, when they are wandering around the village, someone will come to them and ask them to mediate some civil disputes as representatives of God and objective arbitrators.

"Ah?!" Dominic's reaction at that time can be summed up with one interjection.

How can they represent Heavenly Father to adjudicate human affairs? Even the bishop has to think carefully before using this term.

However, having said this, the fledgling monks readily agreed to the request and went back to check on the two families who were holding sticks and in a tense atmosphere.

I spent the entire afternoon reviewing the basic geometry I learned in the church school, successfully calculated the area of ​​a broken piece of land, read and studied the worm-eaten title deed left over from more than 20 years ago, and finally convinced both parties with the church law and doctrine I majored in. I suggested that the party that had gained the advantage should make appropriate labor or food compensation, and rewrote and notarized the title deed.

However, they soon realized an important law - things will automatically gather towards those who can do things reliably.

After the land dispute, trivial matters such as water allocation, loan issues, marital conflicts, property inheritance, stall positioning, verbal conflicts, etc. came one after another, and life quickly completed a two-level reversal from being bored to being dizzy.

However, from the perspective of natural mission and expanding influence, mediation work was irresistible. Perhaps Kraft never thought that he had inadvertently thrown this responsibility onto the two of them.

It was not until Field accidentally remembered and learned Kraft's habit of always carrying a sword that the adjustment work became simple, and everyone suddenly became more able to listen to the tolerant and peaceful parts of the doctrine.

But the sword seemed to add further authority, leading to more complex requests, such as the one now being made.

"So what you mean is that old John was digging plantain in the mountains because of his poor eyesight and found it near your ancestral grave?"

The matter sounded a bit outrageous, but Dominic was calm. "That's just his excuse. I think he just wants to desecrate the dead and exchange the burial objects for a few coppers to drink!" The visitor waved his strong arms and became more and more angry. Dominic knew him. He was a stonemason in the village and had some status, but it was obviously not to the extent that the lord was willing to deal with such a mess.

"When did this happen?"

"Five years ago."

Field, who was listening in, covered his face to block the flying spit and hide his helpless expression.

In five years, the plantain on the grave has been replaced several times. I'm afraid that even Heavenly Father would have to look up some information to know what happened.

But it doesn't matter. We have experience in this kind of situation. We can just use doctrine to smooth things over. At worst, we can scare old John with ghosts and retribution after death. Who knows, he might repent.

If the person is sentenced to apologize, receive a slight punishment, and provide labor compensation to atone for his sins, and the church performs some soothing ceremonies at the cemetery, then it will be a matter of satisfaction for both parties and a matter of gaining reputation for free.

"The cemetery is a sacred resting place. Under the watchful eyes of God, we must not let this crime go." Dominic obviously thought the same thing, "But no innocent person should be wrongly accused. Take us to see Old John and confront him face to face under the watchful eyes of God."

"But old John is dead, and his son refuses to admit it." Finally, someone willing to uphold justice was found, and the accuser talked incessantly about the complicated conflicts between the two families over the years.

The verbal insults and public accusations developed into physical conflicts and bloodshed among some younger generations. There were so many complicated issues that the suspicion of tomb robbery was no longer the main point.

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The two listeners were already beginning to feel a headache; perhaps they shouldn't have gotten involved in this old, confusing matter.

"You must help us!" Perhaps noticing the monk's hidden impatience, he racked his brains to find more reasons to make the other party pay attention. "My grandfather was a faithful believer all his life. He repaired the walls and tiles of the monastery. Before he died, he specifically asked us to bury him as close to God as possible."

"Okay, okay." Having said that, Dominic had no choice but to nod in agreement, holding the pair of hands covered with thick calluses from stone powder and pulling him up.

"We will do our best to resolve this matter for you, but as time passes, we may not be able to trace back to the truth at that time. This is the reality. The fact that the truth cannot be ascertained does not mean that we should continue to argue. Heavenly Father teaches us to forgive and cooperate, rather than indulge in endless hatred. I believe that your grandfather, as a devout believer, will agree with this."

After a lot of talking to coax the indignant stonemason back, the two men smiled bitterly at each other and began to miss the leisurely time they had just left.

Even if they really can't find out, they might have to go to the old grave that has been dug up for several years.

After expressing his attitude, he would probably still use the same old tricks. At least Dominic couldn't think of any other development.

Thanks to the book friend "跳蛛然亂" for being the leader (=Д=)
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Also: I would like to recommend a similar book I saw in the fantasy section, "The Fragments of the Old Days"

The title of the book reminds me of "The Broken Dreams of Old Gods", which I read before, but unfortunately it was discontinued.

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